The most pure and sweetest love that can ever exist;

whispermelies:

My dear Muslim revert brothers and sisters,

I feel a bit guilty for even attaching ‘revert’ or ‘convert’ to your name. You are Muslims. No words attached. Muslims. Period.

I cannot even begin to fathom how difficult it must be: leaving everything you’ve known for the sake of Allah. Family, friends, and only you know what else you’ve sacrificed for His sake. Those of us who were born into Muslim families have had to face barely nothing when it comes to what you’ve gone through. Being born into a Muslim family is different than researching, choosing, and accepting Islam. Most of the people born into Islam take it for granted. You are the real winners. You aren’t the ones feeling proud for being ‘born’ Muslim and looking down upon those who are new to accepting the faith. And I don’t want to pretend like it doesn’t happen. Sometimes those of us who have been Muslim our whole life do look down upon those who are ‘new’ to Islam. (As if we are better than you just because we’ve ‘been Muslim longer.’

I apologize. I apologize on my behalf and the behalf of the rest of the Muslim Ummah. 1,400 years and we still cannot overcome our personal prejudices. We still feel as if we are ‘something’ because of our lineage, ancestry, and families. I know nothing. I have been taking Islam for granted my whole life. I know barely anything about Islam and what it means to be Muslim. (I’m sure you’ve read the Quran and understood it way more than I have..) I can barely pray my prayers on time. Honestly, if I hadn’t been born into Islam, only Allah knows if I would have been knowledgable enough to accept it. But you are. Allah has showedyou the right way over billions of others. Allah has guided you. Allah has chosen you. If that doesn’t make you feel special, then I don’t know what will. You are special. You are our brothers and sisters in Islam, and you deserve a thousand apologies if we make you feel any different. There are no racial, cultural, or gender boundaries when it comes to the brotherhood and sisterhood of Muslims. The bond of Islam is stronger than even the bond of blood. 

Wish for your brother what you wish for yourself.

I am writing this to tell you that it will all be okay. It’s okay if you don’t understand everything about Islam yet. (I’ve barely even attempted to try and learn about Islam, and I’ve been Muslim for 19 years..) It’s okay if you can’t pronounce the Quran in a perfect manner; it’s okay if you’re Hijaab isn’t pinned on perfectly. It’s okay. Allah is the knower of what is in the hearts, and only He can judge you. The only one you need to please is Him. So ignore everyone who brings you down. You know that mean anon message on your blog claiming that you’re not a ‘real’ Muslim because you’re Hijaab isn’t on the proper way? Ignore it. That man who gives you a dirty look because of your tattoos every time you go to pray Jumaah? Ignore it. You are struggling; you are trying. Things come slowly. Things take time. It is not my job, or anyone else’s for that matter, to degrade and condescend your struggles and hurdles.No one on earth is a perfect Muslim. And the only way that one can judge and bring others down is if his/her affairs are in perfection with what Allah has asked, and there can never be a perfect human being.

Of course it is the responsibility of any Muslim to correct his brother or sister when he sees them doing something wrong; but it is not our responsibility to judge. Especially not those new to the religion. You are Muslims just like anyone else. It doesn’t matter if you’ve only been Muslim for a few years, a few hours, or even a few minutes. Once you have accepted Islam, it is my duty as a fellow Muslim to protect you and your honor. So in addition to my apology, I want you to know that I, and the rest of the billions of Muslims, are your brothers and sisters. We have your back. We are here for you. Yes, we may not always agree on everything, but the fact that you are Muslim, now makes us one. You are a part of me, and I, a part of you.

White, black, yellow, red. Asian, Arab, Caucasian, African, Indian. These mean nothing. They are merely words used to fuel the racist fire. There is no racism in Islam; there is no prejudice in Islam. We swear allegiance to only One. We uphold ourselves to only One. Allah. And that connects us in ways that no nationality, culture, race, or tribe can. 

I am sorry. I am sorry for not always accepting you. I am sorry for those who don’t always accept you. You have your own struggles and your own trials and tests to go through. I can only help you; I am in no position to judge. I myself fall a million miles short of ever becoming an ‘ideal’ Muslim. So I beg you to help me when I fall short of doing my duties as a Muslim, and in return I promise to try my best and help you when you may need help in anything. 

We are united by Islam, and that is a bond that nothing and no one can break. 

May we be brothers and sisters working to stay together for His sake, so that He make keep us together in the gardens of Paradise as well.

You are loved for the sake of Allah.

Don’t ever forget it. 

…i vowed to allah in my prayers that i would surrender myself to him. and so when i realized that the purpose of the shahadah is the surrending of the self to allah -  to allahs decree, to allahs likes, to allahs wisdom, and to allahs wishes - i mindfully began doing that in salah. my prayer no longer became a chore or an obligation, but a spiritual understanding of the self through the creator. and with that, i finally understood what siratul mustaqeen in surah fatiha really means.

to pray that allah guides you (during the recitation of your first surah in your salah) isnt merely a profess of the chapter; rather, an indication to yourself that you wished to be guided according to allah’s standards. to profess: ihdina siratul mustaqeem is mindfully surrending your intellect to allah in which you declare: here allah, i am nothing and you are everything, mold me to your likings.

and when i began praying like that did allah enlighten me towards the teachings of muhammad wa ale muhammad (saaw). when i began surrending all that i thought i was (my intelligence, my potentials, or my strength) to allah, allah began teaching me. i no longer was a stranger to rasulallah (saaaw); in fact, when i understood ahlulbayt, i began crying out of happiness for realizing who rasulallah (saaw) is. i no longer became a stranger to the personality who sacrificied his life for the message and the messenger of the quran (as). i no longer became tolerable to every single hadith shown to me and therefore became mindful of the truth behind imamate.

allah guides in the most mysterious yet most beautiful ways brothers and sisters. we need to believe the quran when it says that this life is but a mirage and begin living in order that we implement the haqq (truth). if you need an eeman boost, check your salah and your attitude towards salah, because truly that is where we meet allah. and to meet allah profoundly and exquisitly during salah, one must want to want him (swt).